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It Is What We Are Forced To Do That Forms Our Character, Not What We Do Of Our Own Free Will.

Dictatorships Are One-way Streets. Democracy Boasts Two-way Traffic.

The Less One Notices Happiness, The Greater It Is.

Because The World To-day Is So Constructed That No One Can Do What He Would Like To Do, And He Is Forced, Instead, To Do What Others Wish Him To Do. Because The Question Of Money Always Intrudes—into What We Do, Into What We Are, Into What We Wish To Become, Into Our Work, Into Our Highest Aspirations, Even Into Our Relations With The People We Love!

Every True Writer Is Like A Bird; He Repeats The Same Song, The Same Theme, All His Life. For Me, This Theme As Always Been Revolt.